Hello, my dearest. I felt the need to sit down and babble in your general
direction for a while, so please forgive the following flood of non-sequiturs
and pointless crap...
So, went to see the gynecologist, who refused to do any tests
at all until I see Dr. Michelle about birth control pills. Ok, that takes
some explaining. Michelle's my endocrinologist (as I've probably told you),
and she thinks that birth control pills have an averse effect on diabetics,
while Dr. Carter (the gynecologist) thinks that the risk of pregnancy is
far more dangerous than the pills. Thanx much, but I'm with Carter on this
one...
Which brings me to the implications of such change in my standard
procedures...:::wide smile:::...I'm sure you follow...
So, I dropped off some of the film from the trip, and I hope to pick
it up before I go to see you tomorrow...yes, that would be around 8am...why
do you ask?...tee-hee.
I think I'll go blow up a federal building...I'm reminded of a line
from a Megadeth song: "Kill a man, and you're a murderer; kill many, and
you're a conqueror; kill them all, and you're a god"...and so I say to
you "Conqueror today, god tomorrow"...I think I'll start with the post
office...
Yeah, so I cooked dinner last night to show everyone that I was sorry
for being an asshole when I first got home...which reminds me that I should
bring you some leftovers -- unfortunately, the potato soup is gone, so
you'll have to suffer linguine a la roma with no appetizer. I did however
manage to defend a small chunk of peach cobbler for you.
Enough of edward the domestic goddess.
I popped the grenade you guys gave me, but nothing happened, so I guess
I drained it in my sleep...that and I killed a houseplant...oops!
love you more than sleep could kill,
c0demuse
Monday, 11.30.98
12:53 pm